[drabble; sga] roses in december
Title: Roses in December
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Past McShep
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Rodney sits and remembers.
Warnings: Past character death
Word Count: 177
Notes: For Challenge #56 at mcsheplets, Post-Series.
The rusted metal chains holding up the empty, chipped white swing creak with every pass as it sways in the wind. The morning air holds a chill that creeps into Rodney's bones, elicits a shiver before he wraps his woolen sweater a little tighter around himself with thin, fragile arms. He doesn't eat much, especially not now, when there's no one to worry after him. Sometimes he imagines John still beside him, chiding him gently for not taking better care of himself.
He spends most of his days out here. Before John had passed, they'd sit out here in the evenings together and watch the sky. He had known how much John had missed flying, had missed Atlantis. Rodney still missed it, spent his time sitting here and thinking about Atlantis, about John.
Sometimes the clarity of his memories is so great that when he comes back to the present, it's with the disappointed realization that those days are over. He sits and puffs slow breaths into the still morning, waiting until he doesn't have to be alone anymore.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Past McShep
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Rodney sits and remembers.
Warnings: Past character death
Word Count: 177
Notes: For Challenge #56 at mcsheplets, Post-Series.
The rusted metal chains holding up the empty, chipped white swing creak with every pass as it sways in the wind. The morning air holds a chill that creeps into Rodney's bones, elicits a shiver before he wraps his woolen sweater a little tighter around himself with thin, fragile arms. He doesn't eat much, especially not now, when there's no one to worry after him. Sometimes he imagines John still beside him, chiding him gently for not taking better care of himself.
He spends most of his days out here. Before John had passed, they'd sit out here in the evenings together and watch the sky. He had known how much John had missed flying, had missed Atlantis. Rodney still missed it, spent his time sitting here and thinking about Atlantis, about John.
Sometimes the clarity of his memories is so great that when he comes back to the present, it's with the disappointed realization that those days are over. He sits and puffs slow breaths into the still morning, waiting until he doesn't have to be alone anymore.